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Golf Lessons
 By Cathy Hall
About five years ago,
I announced to Mr. Hall,
“I’m going to take up golf.”
It seemed like a good idea
at the time.
In my youth, I’d
played tennis, softball
and basketball. On real
teams, not just hanging
out with the boys to get
their attention. So, I think
it was reasonable to expect
I’d be a fine golfer. With
that in mind, Mr. Hall
accompanied me to the
Golf Store and purchased a
set of clubs. I also picked out cute golf shirts, chic
skorts and golf shoes.
Because I believe when
you look good, you play
good (I learned that from
watching Tiger).
Off to the driving
range we went, along
with my youngest son,
who was taking up golf,
too. I watched Mr. Hall
and Junior Hall for fifteen
minutes and felt I had the,
er, swing of things.
I swung that club like
a madwoman. But I never
hit the ball. I hit tees and
clumps of turf and my foot.
Oh, wait! I did finally hit
the ball, but I also hit a few
golfers practicing next to
us. Mr. Hall gave me golf
lessons for my birthday.
 My game improved
enough to be allowed on
actual fairways and greens,
but just those courses with
Par 3 holes. Junior Hall
would go with me and help me find the balls hit into the
trees. And if I hit into a sand
trap, Junior Hall would hit
out for me. I never actually
made a Par 3, but I was
getting close! Then Mr.
Hall dragged me to one of
those fancy courses. The
kind with fairways so long
you can’t see the little flags
you’re supposed to aim for.
Things were not going
well. Until a young girl
came by, driving a beverage
cart. That put a whole new
spin on the game. Not that
I played any better, but
I didn’t seem to mind so
much.
These days, I enjoy
watching Junior Hall,
who’s turned out to be a
very fine golfer. Because
there are those who are
meant to be players,
and there are those who
should stay in the gallery.
With the girl driving the
beverage cart.
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Cathy Hall is a freelance
writer who loves to get
published. Read her blog at
cathychall.blogspot.com
if you want to find out
where she meets Fame and
Fortune along the way.
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